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A POEM THAT WAS US...A little house with three bedrooms,One bathroom and one car on the streetA mower that you had to pushTo make the grass look neat.In the kitchen on the wallWe only had one phone,And no need for recording things,Someone was always home.We only had a living roomWhere we would congregate,Unless it was at mealtimeIn the kitchen where we ate.We had no need for family roomsOr extra rooms to dine.When meeting as a familyThose two rooms would work out fine.We only had one TV setAnd channels maybe two,But always there was one of themWith something worth the viewFor snacks we had potato chipsThat tasted like a chip.And if you wanted flavorThere was Lipton's onion dip.Store-bought snacks were rare becauseMy mother liked to cookAnd nothing can compare to snacksIn Betty Crocker's bookWeekends were for family tripsOr staying home to playWe all did things together -Even go to church to pray.When we did our weekend tripsDepending on the weather,No one stayed at home becauseWe liked to be togetherSometimes we would separateTo do things on our own,But we knew where the others wereWithout our own cell phoneThen there were the moviesWith your favorite movie star,And nothing can compareTo watching movies in your carThen there were the picnicsat the peak of summer season,Pack a lunch and find some treesAnd never need a reason.Get a baseball game togetherWith all the friends you know,Have real action playing ball -And no game video.Remember when the doctorUsed to be the family friend,And didn't need insuranceOr a lawyer to defendThe way that he took care of youOr what he had to do,Because he took an oath and strivedTo do the best for youRemember going to the storeAnd shopping casually,And when you went to pay for itYou used your own money?Nothing that you had to swipeOr punch in some amount,And remember when the cashier personHad to really count?The milkman used to goFrom door to door,And it was just a few cents moreThan going to the store.There was a time when mailed lettersCame right to your door,Without a lot of junk mail adsSent out by every store .The mailman knew each house by nameAnd knew where it was sent;There were not loads of mail addressedTo "present occupant"There was a time when just one glanceWas all that it would take,And you would know the kind of car,The model and the makeThey didn't look like turtlesTrying to squeeze out every mile;They were streamlined, white walls, finsAnd really had some styleOne time the music that you playedWhenever you would jive,Was from a vinyl, big-holed recordCalled a forty-fiveThe record player had a postTo keep them all in lineAnd then the records would drop downAnd play one at a time.Oh sure, we had our problems then,Just like we do todayAnd always we were striving,Trying for a better way.Oh, the simple life we livedStill seems like so much fun,How can you explain a game,Just kick the can and run?And why would boys put baseball cardsBetween bicycle spokesAnd for a nickel, red machinesHad little bottled Cokes?This life seemed so much easierSlower in some waysI love the new technologyBut I sure do miss those days.So time moves on and so do weAnd nothing stays the same,But I sure love to reminisceAnd walk down memory lane.With all today's technologyWe grant that it's a plus!But it's fun to look way back and say,Hey look guys, that was us!

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"Let God arise, and let His enemies be scattered: and them that hate Him flee from before His Holy Face" Psalm 67:2[/b]

Sorry I don't know the origin. Yes I remember the baker and the ice man. On a hot summer day when the ice man went into a house, all the kids would raid the back of his truck for ice chips.So many beautiful memories that my grandchildren and great grandchildren can't even comprehend.My children have a few of these memories but not the one's of horse drawn delivery vehicles.

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"Let God arise, and let His enemies be scattered: and them that hate Him flee from before His Holy Face" Psalm 67:2[/b]

And billy carts! We lived half way up a high hill. The boys built their own billy carts from scraps of wood and old wheels they'd collected, and raced down the hill at the speed of lightning. Then back to the top of the hill again.

Children were so much more independent and resourceful back then (read didn't need to be entertained). Nowadays, especially in cities, children miss so much.

I enjoyed those days of climbing trees, skipping stones, walking through the creeks, milk weed, picking wild strawberries! My daughter wanted to do these things, plus getting into the hay loft.

She did all these things and I told her, you didn't do it all' you forgot the poison ivy! I pointed out just what the leaved looked like. To get rid of our poison ivy, we put white shoe polish over it. Dried it up!

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